Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song With God, artist - Locksmith. Date of issue: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
With God |
| Y’all confuse celebrity with integrity |
| So I regrettably, readily expose what’s in the mirror |
| Bitch nigga, what the bidness is? |
| Fake rappers do more damage than any minstrel did |
| Now the fairer skin has been peppered in, the era ends |
| They done got better at coonin' than most these niggas is (Damn) |
| Step and fetch some recognition |
| Do we really like this shit, or just victims of repetition? |
| If we record pitchin', they pickin' the least, most definitive (Nah) |
| I don’t follow trends, they purposefully try to limit his |
| Let’s eliminate the label from the genre (Yeah) |
| Let the labels lactate fate in the form of karma (What?) |
| If you calmly disagree then they label you as a problem (Uh) |
| I’ma be a thorn in they side 'til they embalm him, God |
| We walk with God |
| Beware the company you keep |
| Been here too long |
| Keep all their wickedness from me |
| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh |
| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh |
| I was raised with respect |
| So I live by a code that was laid by the vets |
| When y’all niggas pay homage to your ancestors |
| When y’all niggas be honest, you let the man get ya |
| Tap Dancin', man-tannin' and spoon slappin' |
| Bandwagonin' and hand slappin' the grand dragon |
| I hate the fact that I was right |
| When ten percent of the weak shit is hoggin' up the light |
| And why it’s only poor niggas pourin' up the Sprite? |
| I survived the struggle, I’m blessed, driven and humble |
| When I pour libations, I usually make it a double, yeah (Ooh-ooh) |
| 'Cause I came from King T |
| I emcee, I kill rappers and think backwards |
| So it’s like you’re fucked, catch fakes between takes and I’ll touch y’all up |
| Let’s loop the beat breaks, watch me fuck y’all up |
| That’s on God we trust, Xzibit |
| We walk with God |
| Beware the company you keep |
| Been here too long |
| Keep all their wickedness from me |
| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh |
| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh |
| 'Murica to the motherland, our future is backwards |
| Black shores, hijacked Moors became the crack whores |
| Rap offs, what snitches gettin' stacks for? |
| Marcus Garvey, Black Star, pilot the Blackbird |
| Only real ones come aboard, we don’t want accord |
| We accept Jesus like you love the Lord |
| Born again, like Jason Ultimatum |
| They can’t control the prophesy, so they hate him |
| Underrate him |
| I read the haters DNA verbatim (Whoo) |
| Electrocute a nigga like Raiden |
| This is called rap, y’all sayin' we too lyrical? |
| That’s like making square basketballs, not spherical (Facts) |
| Master say some dumb shit, get repeated by jigaboos |
| You dumb nigga, you, pen hit you like whips |
| Or the spindle do, then make your physical flip |
| Inventing more styles with more bows in this bitch |
| We walk with God |
| Beware the company you keep |
| Been here too long |
| Keep all their wickedness from me |
| Walk with God |
| Keep all their wickedness from me |
| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh |
| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh |
| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh |
| Woah, oh-oh, ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh |